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Letras: Smitten

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01. Rachael
02. Postcard
03. Knot In It
04. The Bible
05. Scottish Windows
06. White Paint Morning
07. Wiser
08. See To Me
09. Register Side
10. Do You In
11. Under Milkwood
12. Walking Wounded

Rachael

Rachael Thelmy is not very sure
A little girl inside her uniform
But Aren't you really just a penny whore?
Rachael tell me what I'm waiting for

Right Now! Right Now! Right Now!
Right Now! Right Now! Right Now!

Rachael tell me what I'm waiting for
About the school yards and the uniforms
Rachael tell me why your sky is red
And how you picked up all these crazy men

Right Now! Right Now! Right Now!
Right Now! Right Now! Right Now!

Rachael, Rachael…

Rachael tell me what I'm waiting for
Rachael tell me what I'm waiting for

It's just a playground
It's just a let down
It's just a playground
It's just a let down
Rachael

But aren't you really just a penny whore?
Rachael tell me what I'm waiting for

Right Now! Right Now! Right Now!
Right Now! Right Now! Right Now!

Rachael, Rachael…

Rachael tell me what I'm waiting for
Rachael tell me what I'm waiting for
Rachael tell me what I'm waiting for
Rachael tell me what I'm waiting for


Postcard

You have spoken
The photo's fading
And nothing is going right
A shooter's hand
To turn a cheek to
A cough in an empty room at night

Leaves are eyes
That look inside
A secret society
Here's victory now if
That's what you're into
Just take it away from me

"May God strike me dead"
she shouted from her bed
I said "Look at your mouth
It's bleeding now and so all pours out
Too easily you choose
My version of the truth
When all I ask of you
Is send me a postcard when you get there"

A monkey's tooth
A lukewarm bath
A stray dog out in the driveway
Here's Albany in a photo finish
Just wipe the dust away

"May God strike me dead"
she shouted from her bed
I said "Look at your mouth
It's bleeding now and so all pours out
Too easily you choose
My version of the truth
When all I ask of you
Is send me a postcard when you get there"

Yeah, when you get down there
Send me a postcard
Yeah, when you get down there

Wherfore art thou
Johnny Carson?
Retired and never coming back
A backroom basement
A sixty watt bulb
There's nothing that I lack

"May God strike me dead"
she shouted from her bed
I said "Look at your mouth
It's bleeding now and so all pours out
Too easily you choose
My version of the truth
When all I ask of you
Is send me a postcard when you get there"

Yeah, when you get down there
Send me a postcard
Yeah, when you get down there

Send to me a postcard from anywhere
Send to me a postcard from anywhere
Send to me a postcard from anywhere


Knot In It

I'm not looking for the shell-shocked signs of life
Your shadow still looms larger in the night
There's a nickel on the sill for good luck's sake
I left it out for only you to take.

But there's pine resin green on your crimson heart
Just steel yourself for when the fallout starts
Your thousand secrets all scratched out in red
You're smuggling your secrets out of bed

You know you can just turn the day around
Turn around and I'm not in it for
And I got out of it for life a long time ago
It's just a bit, you know
The person through the fog you can just barely see

They're the casualties of your point of view
And all your little wishes will come true
So you better watch what you are wishing for
or you'll wish your wishes won't come true no more

You know you can just turn the day around
Turn around and I'm not in it for
And I got out of it for life a long time ago
It's just a bit, you know
The person through the fog you can just barely see

You know you can just turn the day around
Turn around and I'm not in it for
And I got out of it for life a long time ago
It's just a bit, you know
The person through the fog you can just barely see


The Bible

Bell, book and candle, murder and greed
These are the things that bring your love to me

How sweet the sentence, How sweet the lips?
How do you expect, the same face that they kiss?

It's only the Bible, It's only the Bible
You're only a child and you're reading too late
It's only the Bible, It's only the Bible
It's only a child, you should leave your soul to me...

Harlots are angels, celibate priests
Contented Romans, bring your souls to speed

How sweet the flour, how sweet the cake
Even at the risk, of losing my last break

It's only the Bible, It's only the Bible
It's only a child and you're reading too late
It's only the Bible, It's only the Bible
It's only a child, you should leave your soul to me...

Blinded by halos, blood where the fields grow
I'm on my way home, but I'm not afraid

Bell, book and candle, murder and greed
These are the things that bring your love to me

It's only the Bible, It's only the Bible
It's only a child and you're reading too late
It's only the Bible, It's only the Bible
It's only a child, and I need your faith

It's only the Bible, It's only the Bible
It's only a child and you're reading too late
It's only the Bible, It's only the Bible
It's only a child, and I need your faith

How long should I wait, how long should I fake
How long, 'till my feelings will break

How long should I wait, how long should I fake
How long, 'till my feelings are disgraced


Scottish Windows

Gone, advice from a side road
And a dying breath and yellow oak
Big tall weeds and leaves of gold
Now; a wasted clock hollow
And I'm not the drowning man you think
Though I flail my arms, I refuse to sink

All I ever wanted was to see
Scottish windows opening for me
It's all I ever needed in the end

I saw you in a store window
Dress the orange window glow
I'm walking down a winding close
The gray evening fell over me
And I saw your face, though fleetingly
As the bus pulled away from me

All I ever wanted was to see
This glimmer in your eyes as they closed on me
It's all I ever needed in the end

You need different boots in this country
I see you through the screen door
Abandoned below in the birch's bough
You left me on the church floor

All I ever wanted was to see
Scottish windows closing as I leave
It's all I ever needed in the end

In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end


White Paint Morning

Sixty-eight at twenty-one
The girl has risen with the sun
It's a white paint morning now that the fog is gone

It's a bright, dumbfounded dawn
She lays down out on the lawn
And the new day wakes and turns to confront the clock

And down, the little town
All squared away
Don't it make you want to cry all day?
And gone, washed by the wind
Crushed by the clouds
It's where the land end and the day begins

"Is this normal?" she asks allowed
As she sifted through the crowd
Through her tears and her strong morning perfume

It seems that life's just not correct
From the observation deck
And she sits frozen in her bus seat all the way

And down, the little town
All squared away
Don't it make you want to cry all day?
And gone, washed by the wind
Crushed by the clouds
It's where the land end and the day begins

Statues and flowers
The crestfallen leaves
The minutes and hours
As ours gently leaves

And down, the little town
All squared away
Don't it make you want to cry all day?
And gone, washed by the wind
Crushed by the clouds
It's where the land end and the day begins

And down, the little town
All squared away
Don't it make you want to cry all day?
And gone, yeah gone
Yeah, yeah, yeah gone
Don't it make you wanna cry, cry, cry all day


Wiser

The autumn leaves
Me here without a tooth
You've given me the shaft
My friend's car's breaking down
And I've got no ride home

And I'm left out
The apes in the evergreens
The grape leaves and jasmine tea
Comforts you, without me
Without me

And I am none the wiser for it all
Your voice is shaky on the telephone call
You ride your little Pinto in the rain

And you stall out
With no one to give you a jump
Just hook your cables to me
And then you'll see
That I can start you up
That I can start you up

It's closing time in town
There's not a soul around
To see you when you're down
To see you when you're down

And I am none the wiser for it all
Your voice is shaky on the telephone call
You ride your little Pinto in the rain

When I think of all you've done
Take your Pinto for a run
I see you're the wiser one
You're the wiser one, you're the wiser one

When I think of all we've done
And the rain soaks up the sun
I see we're the wiser ones
We're the wiser ones, we're the wiser ones

And you know you're beholden
To no one but me
And you know you're beholden
To no one but me

Drive back
Drive back
Drive back
Drive back
Drive back
Drive back

When I think of all you've done
Take your Pinto for a run
I see you're the wiser one
You're the wiser one, you're the wiser one

When I think of all we've done
And the rain soaks up the sun
I see we're the wiser ones
We're the wiser ones, we're the wiser ones

When I think of all you've done
Take your Pinto for a run
I see you're the wiser one
You're the wiser one

When I think of all we've done
And the rain soaks up the sun
I see we're the wiser ones
We're the wiser ones

When I think of all you've done
Take your Pinto for a run
I see you're the wiser one
You're the wiser one


See To Me

It's a cold northern rain
Two degrees above freezing day
I'm standing outside the chinese
With a glow lamp to light my way

See to me now
There's no manual to show you how
But there's reams of scrapbooks in my basement
And a spiral staircase down

So pour it out
It's just a fairytale
You can't even trust yourself
You've got to mark your trail

Yeah, people from our past
Their appeal just don't last
Write them off for dead and then
You've realized they've died too fast

I'm supposed to be a rock
But I could not bear the shock
All a wreck at the airport
My nerves are all I got

So pour it out
It's just a fairytale
You can't convince yourself
That you're on the right trail

You see through
My eyes
But you'll never see through me

But I wish you all the best
That I must confess
I did not think I passed or failed
But it should not be a test

So pour it out
It's just a fairytale
You don't even hear yourself
You're just whistling down the trail

You can see through me
You can see through me


Register Side

Well, I compare you two
You've got the same toothy grin
And a penchant for dramatic ends
See the harbor lights
His five brothers down there
From the salty bay back home again

He went from one ball and chain
His whole life down the drain
With a widow in his wake
When he got back home
He took the first job he found
How much can one man take?

And he measured his breath
As he pocketed his pride
And he quietly watched life go by
From the register side

Well, he drove down to the shore
But he can't see her no more
He bought a bottle of red wine
He wasn't guilty then
And he's not guilty now
Of killing anything but time

And he measured his breath
As he pocketed his pride
And he quietly watched life go by
From the register side

Yeah you can waste your whole life
From the register side

It's about the in betweens and all the grief that you get
It's about the in betweens and you're not dead yet
It's about the in betweens and you can lie to yourself
It's about the in betweens

It's about the in betweens and all the grief that you get
It's about the in betweens and you're not dead yet
It's about the in betweens and you can lie to yourself
It's about the in betweens

And he measured his breath
As he pocketed his pride
And he quietly watched life go by
From the register side

And he quietly watched life go by
From the register side

And he quietly watched his life


Do You In

Did it lie
Or did you fall?
Is that why you're now not answering my call?
Now who counts on you to be home at five?
Do you even care if I'm still alive?
I've got to know
If I'm still alive

Did you collapse
Or where you strong?
'Cause you know you had it coming all along
Did you buckle under the heavy load?
Why did you leave me lying by the side of the road?
I've got to know
Did it do you in?

And did you drink it off in disgust
or did it ferment there, collecting rust
Or did it just, did it do you in?

And did you lie awake, lost in it?
When there's no one there
Do you still fit, do you still fit
Do you still fit in?

Are you there
Ten stories up?
And is your classified memory all dried up?
Did it happen on your birthday then?
Did you inhale deep and count to ten?
Or did you just
Let it do you in?

And did you drink it off in disgust
or did it ferment there, collecting rust
Or did it just, did it do you in?

And did you lie awake, lost in it?
When there's no one there
Do you still fit, do you still fit
Do you still fit in?

Did it spin you 'round, did it knock you down?
Did it embarrass you, make you feel like a clown?
Or did it just, did it pull you in?
Yeah did it do enough to do you in?
Did you hold your breath, then breathe again?
I've wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know...did it do you in?


Under Milkwood

In the sad blue light, in the deepest shade
Margaret Mary saddles, all our love away

The shallow moonlight sips her milky eyes
And underneath the ground, the mother sends the child

And the rain buries the lonely night
And the rain buries the lonely night
And the rain buries the lonely, lonely august night

Makes a crossing sign, of the Catholic kind
Have the neighbors heard, what our hero enshrines

The shallow moonlight sips her milky eyes
And underneath the flowers, the mother sends the child

And the rain buries the lonely night
And the rain buries the lonely night
And the rain's very cold , the rain's very cold, cold out tonight


Walking Wounded

The evening light still pale
I went out to the mail
My movements like a snail

Apologies from a friend
I'm spread out so thin
It's time to start again

Greetings from the walking wounded
Did you just see what the moon did?
Maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me
Went away but I'm not forgetting
Far enough from Armageddon
Maybe, maybe only I can see

So what are you dying for?
The place ain't there no more
It's been gutted to the core

So take your tragedies
And send them off to me
With your apologies

Greetings from the walking wounded
Did you just see what the moon did?
Maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me
Went away but I'm not forgetting
Far enough from Armageddon
Maybe, maybe only I can see

Maybe its something only I can see
Maybe only I can see
Maybe its something only I can see
Maybe only I can see

Greetings from the walking wounded
Did you just see what the moon did?
Maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me
Went away but I'm not forgetting
Far enough from Armageddon
Maybe, maybe only I can see

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Maybe only I can see, only I can see
Maybe only I can see, only I can see